Waiting For Heaven Poem by Saju Abraham

The window outside my room,
A way to heaven and hell.
I rush my work to sit there.

I see them all from there.
workers grudge their way to work,
children trudge with burdened backs.
Traffic fighting the fog and the jam,
a white wailing siren speed away.
carrying tidings of birth and death.

But I await the purgatorial creatures,
who neither know joy nor sorrow.
They are hovering in the middle,
those that pass by in soliloquy,
lest loneliness plague them.
Those that bend as they walk,
bent by burden on their backs.

Yet again you quote the Book,
heaven's path fills with thorns and stones.
Why would your heaven be here
While their right to heaven waits?